Some neat things I did to celebrate the RITA nod were:
— Got my shoes shined by Famous Wayne in front of the Hyatt Regency at the Embarcadero in San Francisco. Yes, Wayne really is as cool as he looks — even cooler in the pinstripes he sometimes wears.
And the shine’s the best I’ve ever had. Made me feel like Sam Spade, only, you know, in a girly kinda way…
— Ordered two bottles of sherry (Gonzalez Byass Solera 1847-1984), not because it’s so expensive but because it’s so yummy and I couldn’t find any locally.
— Watched an oddly moving 1982 DVD from Netflix called Le Choc, with Alain Delon just as he was beginning to lose his looks and so had to act twice as hard — which he did — to keep his icy, burning cool, playing against Catherine Deneuve, just as she began to look ageless. I can’t say quite why I found this so emotional an experience.
Especially because Le Choc didn’t have a minute that couldn’t be predicted by anybody who’d ever seen a movie before (the wisecrack, first used I-don’t-know-where, is Pauline Kael’s). But every shot is richly, stunningly composed.; the whole thing seemed very French, very triumph-of-style, oddly brave — defiant even. though maybe you have to be of a certain age to see it that way.
There’s a promo still from it on the right:
And on the left, just for fun, is a still from Le Samourai, so you can see what Delon knew he was leaving behind. What must have felt like to be a straight man who acted (wonderfully, intelligently, subtly) out of his knowledge of his absolute unequalled beauty? And Le Samourai, btw, is a spectacular, not-to-be-missed treat, if you haven’t already seen it.